Alma stood beside him in a stunning evening gown, positioned like the lady of the house, basking in a chorus of flattery.
"Thank you all for joining us at the Stephens Group celebration." William raised his glass with a polished smile. "Tonight, I also have an important announcement. Stephens Group will be acquiring a revolutionary medical patent, and the holder of that patent is none other than Miss Alma Harding, standing right here beside me. Going forward, she will serve as Chief Technology Officer of Stephens Medical Technologies."
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Alma lowered her head with a demure smile, her eyes blazing with ambition.
BANG.
The heavy double doors of the banquet hall were shoved open from outside.
Every pair of eyes in the room snapped toward the entrance.
I walked in wearing a crimson gown beneath a black overcoat, flanked by Quinn and over a dozen bodyguards in dark suits.
William's smile froze on his face. Then his brow furrowed.
He strode off the stage, his voice a harsh whisper. "Seraphina, what the hell are you doing here? I told you to bring the authorization documents, not crash the event!"